A horrific thing happened yesterday.
Chelsie was hit by a car and killed.
Our dogs become so much of our family that it is so difficult when they move on.
We "rescued" chelsie from her previous owner who kept her in a crate most of her life. Letting her out to go to the bathroom, then right back in. "She is just too hyper" was the excuse.
Once we adopted her the crate was thrown away and we gave her free roam of our house and yard. Now Chelsie had hunting dog in her so she loved going all over our 8.5 acres. She always came when she was called and was a good dog. Had some cuddle issues, but that is what will happen when a dog spends most of their life in a crate.
She never did come out of her funk after York died (our golden who passed a year and a half ago) so I know that she is up there with him chasing him and teasing him when he tries to chase her, knowing he can't run as fast as she can. I hope there are motorcycles up there that she can run after. Rick would ride his dirt bike in the yard and she would chase after him, cut through the yard to catch up to him when she fell behind...and she was fast.
When she would hear a motorcycle coming down the road she would run along our yard and come to a screaching halt when she got to where she would leave the yard. Trot back to where she was laying and do it again when another motorcycle came along.
We only had her for four years, but I would like to think that those four years made up for all the others she lived in that crate. That she died happy because she had a family that loved her and let her run and follow all those interesting scents.
We love you Chelsie. You will be missed dearly, but we know that you now can play eternally in fields, follow that scent all day, and be with York, Trude, Toby, Shadow, Phantom, and Beowulf.(How much loss can a human take?) I know that when it is my time you will be there to greet me and I will hug you, and watch you run everywhere freely.
Chelsie was hit by a car and killed.
Our dogs become so much of our family that it is so difficult when they move on.
We "rescued" chelsie from her previous owner who kept her in a crate most of her life. Letting her out to go to the bathroom, then right back in. "She is just too hyper" was the excuse.
Once we adopted her the crate was thrown away and we gave her free roam of our house and yard. Now Chelsie had hunting dog in her so she loved going all over our 8.5 acres. She always came when she was called and was a good dog. Had some cuddle issues, but that is what will happen when a dog spends most of their life in a crate.
She never did come out of her funk after York died (our golden who passed a year and a half ago) so I know that she is up there with him chasing him and teasing him when he tries to chase her, knowing he can't run as fast as she can. I hope there are motorcycles up there that she can run after. Rick would ride his dirt bike in the yard and she would chase after him, cut through the yard to catch up to him when she fell behind...and she was fast.
When she would hear a motorcycle coming down the road she would run along our yard and come to a screaching halt when she got to where she would leave the yard. Trot back to where she was laying and do it again when another motorcycle came along.
We only had her for four years, but I would like to think that those four years made up for all the others she lived in that crate. That she died happy because she had a family that loved her and let her run and follow all those interesting scents.
We love you Chelsie. You will be missed dearly, but we know that you now can play eternally in fields, follow that scent all day, and be with York, Trude, Toby, Shadow, Phantom, and Beowulf.(How much loss can a human take?) I know that when it is my time you will be there to greet me and I will hug you, and watch you run everywhere freely.
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